Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, let's get Casteau before he-- He's gone.
I feel I am home in Albania.
L... They won't broadcast this episode...
It is like peeling an onion with you. Right? Oh, wait.
...whereas I am sous chef, which means shut your face and mop up the damn yogurt.
Oh, there's toast? Give me that. But, chef, why?
Oh, eat a dick. That's "Eat a dick, chef."
I'm not cutting out their eyeballs. Not with that. Use a melon baller.
Why do they need security, anyway?
Besides I said so? They're booked.
Just wait until you try my tavé kosi. Oh! Tavé kosi is my most favorite.
I would never allow a monkey in my restaurant.
Food is what a dog eats, or a tourist.
Besides not knowing if I should add an 18-percent gratuity?
Yes, you, in fact, did, and said recompense will, in fact, be a handjob.
And I need you to focus...
Why is there yogurt fricking soup all over my spotless fricking kitchen?
No, Lana, I'm talking about aubergines.
What? Nothing. Here, have mine.
She means Randy. Can I borrow you?
Yeah, the show's called Bastard Chef.
from the State Department and Albania.
Okay, bye.
...but if they were gonna tip 20 percent, I just hosed myself.
Mmm, Chef Randy, this is the best tavé kosi I ever tested. I--
People in hell want ice water
If I'd known I couldn't get a table, I would have never agreed to do security.
Nice. Man, you should have been a chef. Oh. Pshaw.
Casteau must've put poison mushrooms in the-- Pam!